Snuffy's

In the fall of 2003
I ate at the malt shop in St. Paul
Just a weekend in the city
Just passing through, was all

I didn’t know that down the street
You lived in a house where I would stay.
It would be a year before we’d meet,
But you were there, a few blocks away.

The arms that would someday hold me tight
Were dangling loose and still
We’d never had a laugh or fight
Or tumbled down a hill.

We tread pathways barely held apart
but they might never have ever crossed,
And you might never have held my heart
Never gained and never lost.

Without knowing we had a year to go,
So unaware, fall of 2003.
How strange I didn’t think to know
To miss you, when you had never heard of me.